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September 19, 2003
(No spoilers this week, I’m taking it as I see it.)
Remember when you breathed
deeply, took your life in your hands, and stood in line to ride a big
rollercoaster with knots twisting in your stomach? Maybe you loved it,
maybe you didn’t, but almost everyone tries a big ride at least once.
After strapping in the willing and the coerced, the brave and the wimp, a
big rollercoaster begins slowly, lulling its prey into believing that of
course they can handle the action. Then with some bumps and jerks it
climbs the first hill, which is a precursor for the drama to ensue.
Uuupppp and ovveeerrrrrr, maybe a few screams from the prey as a warm up
for the coming twists and turns, while your neck snaps and every spot not
strapped down feels like it may turn black and blue. And then, after a
few warm up scares, begins the slow herkie jerkie bumpy pull to the peak
of the ride from which the ensnared may gaze down and wonder why they ever
felt a need to experience such a ride and if they’ll live to enjoy another
birthday or if they’ll be alive to order pizza for lunch. So umm, what’s
a rollercoaster ride have to do with GH? THAT my friends is how General
Hospital works. Up, down, around, happy, screaming, startled, bruised,
til the month before sweeps when the herkie jerkie pull begins for what,
hopefully, is the exhilarating few moments of plunging, heart stopping
sweeps drama in May and November.
 +  =GH
Holy Moly Creepoli. I
DON’T DO FREAKY! The beginning of The Haunting of Sonny completely
shook my boots. Even though I figured out Ms. Marcella was gonna make a
ghostly/ghastly appearance (lightning, thunder, dirty fingernails added
up) when it happened I screamed and closed my eyes. I know, I know, how
wussy is that? But as I’ve stated before, I don’t do freaky because I get
freaked and not in a good way. The last scary movie I watched (sort of,
with my fingers in front of my eyes) was “The Ring” and that was only
because good parenting dictated that I watch since I had five teenage boys
in my house at the time. I have to admit my behavior wouldn’t pass any
maturity tests and my son and his friends had more fun teasing me than
watching the actual terrible movie. On a side note, if you haven’t bought
the DVD of “The Ring” don’t make any mad dashes out to pick it up, flies
and a telephone ringing will be forever tainted after watching the flick.
What kind of mind thinks up that stuff anyway? Oh well, I’ve wondered the
same thing about Stephen King and I don’t read his books or watch his
movies either.
 
Guess I’ll be watching Monday’s eppy with my fingers
in front of my eyes.
I wonder if Alkie knows that Sonny hates pink?
All excited about Friday’s
ending I called Katrina not remembering that she’s two hours earlier and
at her house GH was just ending. Babbling like a maniac I asked, “Did you
see the end? Wasn’t it great?” And she was saying, “Hang on a minute, I
have to watch the end of GH.” I rewound my tape and we watched it
together. I gasped again, even knowing the specter of Lily was about to
appear and Sonny’s eyes were going to go buggy while Katrina laughed. One
of the things I truly appreciate and enjoy about Eye On Soaps is that we
all watch the same show or shows, but form completely different opinions.
It fascinates me to read the different viewpoints about characters and
storylines and why they were formed.
The grave desecration kinda
threw me. It’s a sad/bad day when Lilibits’ resting place loses its
sacredness and really, the grave ought to have a contract as resident
psychologist for Sonny. But now Lilibits’ grave is empty because Alcazar
stole Lily’s Bits. Wonder where he stashed dem bits? Wouldn’t it be
cool, if months from now, no matter how Sonny’s haunting plays out,
Alcazar experiences a dream in which Lily appears and beseeches him to put
her bits back?
“Hey,” Sonny yells, “who took Lily’s bits?”
Hey, Jase, what in your
recent history with Courtney would lead you to believe that if you left
Courtney at the hotel or safehouse, she’d be there when you returned?
Jason left to take care of business with Sonny and Courtney ran over to
the hospital to question Liz about her accident. Jason left again and
Courtney visited Alcazar requesting the truth about the night of Liz’s
splat and run. Next Jason told Courtney that he’d be back to take her to
the airport so she could go to the island while Jason and Sonny cleared up
the mystery of who accelerated over Liz. Because she seemed to want
to be guilty, Courtney took herself off to the PCPD to confess her
feeling that she hit Liz even though she didn’t remember.
 
Jason thinks about the place he least wants Courtney
to go. Oh yeah, she must’ve gone
To the PCPD to turn herself in for feeling guilty,
even though she has no recollection
Of actually playing tag-you’re-it with Liz.
Courtney told Scotty, “Look,
I’m telling you the truth. OK? I don’t remember anything in between
getting in my car and arriving at the front of my building.” Two seconds
later when Jason asked her to not say anything else Courtney replied, “But
I know I hit her.” Now I applaud Courtney’s willingness to take
responsibility for her actions, but honey, if you can’t remember the
incident, your confession doesn’t mean a whole lot. Isn’t there a medical
term for people who confess to crimes whether they’re guilty or not? If I
were stamping character’s foreheads this week she’d wear the one which
says, “Ain’t got no sense.” It’s all moot now though since Lorenzo showed
up with a blond car thief to take the blame, leaving us to wonder which
suspect - Courtney, Faith or Ric – really hit Liz and what was the point
of the hit and run incident in the first place.
 
Scotty? Umm, I’m sorry I had to wear this ugly top
to your office and
by the way, I think I’m guilty of thinking I’m
guilty for running away
from Jason to tell you that I ran over Liz and don’t
remember. If the previous
sentence made no sense, that’s OK, cause Courtney’s
not makin’ any either.
She’s probably listed in the
secret MOB phone book under Dirty Deeds for Cash (1-800-CALL-FAITH). Both
Sonny and Lorenzo call Faith whenever they need a hand with a dirty deed.
And if she has the audacity to question their motives or plans, they
threaten her with dire consequences in her future. Alcazar informed Faith
this week “she was in no position to refuse” his request for her
assistance in the haunting of Sonny. Apparently, Faith’s in no position
to refuse either Sonny or Lorenzo whenever they call which works for me
because I happen to like Faith on my screen.
Just so you know Lorenzo, if I uncross my arms my
dress will fall off.
And you’ll be in no position to refuse what I’m
offering.
Which leads me to the
question of why are Sonny, Jason, Carly and Courtney suddenly so sure that
Lorenzo Alcazar poses no threat to Carly and Courtney. Since when? If
Lorenzo was willing to participate in kidnapping and holding women,
particularly Carly, as collateral, why have they reached the conclusion
that he won’t do it again? Did I miss the episode where Lorenzo reached
an epiphany in business behavior, which convinced Sonny and Jason that
while he’s a bad guy, he wouldn’t stoop to kidnapping. Haunting? Yes.
But kidnapping? Oh no, definitely not.
 
And we trust this guy…Why?
Oh my. I say again, OH MY.
Wasn’t Nik fine without his shirt by the fire? My thanks to Tyler
Christopher who must be dedicated in his workout routine to show us his
beautiful physique. Emily’s afraid of the dark so she called Nickolas,
the one guy whose number she should erase from her cell phone memory.
C’mon. It’s more like Emily can’t resist Nik and his Cassadine charm, so
any ol’ excuse will do. The premise for getting them together was a bit
silly, a big scary storm, but I liked that they pulled back from cliff of
love. This is my dilemma, I liked that they stopped cause they’re both
committed to others, but I sure enjoyed the shirt off kissing scenes too.
Nickolas kissed Emily like she was hot chocolate and marshmallows on a
cold afternoon. This triangle keeps messing with my mind. The pull
between Emily and Nik is obvious and well done, but I don’t want Emily to
cheat on Zander. One of the reasons I like her is because she tries
to do the right thing and up until now, she hasn’t done the wishy washy
romance dance. My mind doesn’t spin in circles with these guys because
it’s almost like I don’t want to know who will end up with whom. In this
triangle, I’m rooting for Zander, Emily, and Nickolas hoping
against hope that no one’s heart will be broken. Yeah, I know, it’s those
rose colored glasses talking again.
 
Step 1 – Take off shirts Step 2 –
Kiss passionately
 
Step 3 – Lay back and remember husband
Step 4 – Cuddle with husband and feel guilty
Nickolas informed Lydia at
Kelly’s “Emily is not leaving Zander.” Lydia replied, “And you’re not
leaving me.” Nickolas threw her a who do you think you are look. “That’s
right Nickolas. I am going to fight for this marriage, even if I am the
only one fighting.” This week, for the first time I saw a glimpse of a
character in Lydia. Claws out, Lydia wasn’t particularly nice to Emily
either at the hospital when Emily asked how Nickolas was doing after his
beating. Lydia smartly cast blame telling her that Nickolas’ beating was
all her fault. Lydia threw down the gauntlet to both Nickolas and Emily
and I hope she can ride the wave of wronged wife willing to fight for her
marriage and drop the fakey, perky act.
 
No perky in sight, I noted with a relieved sigh.
I know where you were and I saw what you did.
Capelli is involved with the
Russian MOB?
Alexis sighting! I saw the
real Alexis on Friday when she gave what for to Stefan. “You are now on
your own. No more help in court, no more brilliant attorney. You know
what it changes? The paper trail that you’re blackmailing me with? You
bring it on. I have the letter that proves you killed Darius. I’m a damn
good attorney. I don’t have anything to lose. If anyone asks me my
opinion, I will tell them that I hope you never see the light of
day.” Now there’s the Alexis I’ve been waiting for!
No one messes with Alexis for long and stays out of
jail to tell about it!
I shouldn’t have to point
this out but since it involves the absurd, annoying Judge Farmer I have to
bring up the concept of innocent until proven guilty. Ned is accused of
rape, not guilty mind you, but in Judge Farmer’s world, Kristina must be
given over to strangers. Pfft!
Now where’d I put the duct tape?
On a regular day Mac is
better than peanut butter and chocolate. But there is just something so
manly about a guy in a leather jacket and well-fitted jeans that beats
chocolate any day of the week.
Jason says, “Cool jacket Mac, I need one like that
cause
pretty soon wardrobe is gonna make me wear
the same old beat up one I’ve been wearing since
the accident.”
“Where’s the goth?” Dillon
demanded when he turned around to pay for condoms and was confronted by an
attractive female cashier. Scott Cliffton moved up a few notches for
pulling off the awkward moments in the drug store showing Dillon’s
discomfort making the condom purchase. I know we’ll find out Monday or
Tuesday but I am hoping, hoping that Dillon and Georgie will decide to
wait to have sex. My morals are mixing with mommy instincts and I want to
scoop them up and beg them not to take that huge, life changing, adult
step while the story telling part of me can’t help but play out the
different scenarios. If they do make love, how can I blame them when
their adult supervision appears to be almost nil? It’s like the
commercial about parents talking to their kids about drugs. If no parent
or responsible adult stands around saying maybe you shouldn’t take drugs,
have sex, drink, etc how would a teenager know what choices to make and
where the dangers lurk? Yep, it’s a personal mega soapbox with me.
I’d like a condom in every size and color please.
And could you put a rush on it?
Several lines of dialogue
caught my attention this week.
Nickolas to Emily on the
docks: I can keep my distance from you…Physically…I think. But I
just can’t walk out of your life.
Dillon to Georgie
regarding having sex: Georgie, all guys, everywhere, think about it
all the time no matter what they say.
Georgie to Dillon: I
feel like the whole world knows I’m about to be devirginized.
Dillon to Georgie: Oh
no. They’re just trying to figure out my hair. Ignore it. I do.
(Definitely my favorite line of the week.)
Admit it. You love me for my hair.
A.J. to Edward: I
may have a job for you. Yeah. Yeah. Vice President in charge of paper
clips. That job just came open.
A.J. must have heard the news
of his new elevated position to ELQ and run right upstairs for his power
suit. In his usual fashion, Edward stepped in to assist hapless A.J.,
assured that he could manipulate him into a power position at ELQ. Good
for A.J. for sending Edward away looking like someone poured sour milk
into his Cheerios.
Edward chants, “Looook into my eyebrows, A.J.”
What alien invaded Skye? How
mature of her to tell the police that Ned wasn’t standing next to her the
entire evening, thereby offering credence to Cynthia’s claim of rape by
Neddy Eddy. How very honest but totally unSkye-like.
Though others will disagree
with me (Carolyn), I think I am seeing a better mix of storylines with
more characters. The Fab Four still rule but at least other storylines
are moving and shaking. Also, more characters seem to be interacting –
Alexis and Zander, Jason and Nik, Dillon and Alcazar, Faith and
Marcella-Lily. Who knows, maybe The Powers That Be are listening
to fan concerns and outcries for more storylines involving favorite
characters. Or maybe my rose colored glasses are pinching my head causing
temporary loss of blood flow to my brain.
Could it be? One of the Fab Four in a scene with a
player from another storyline?
 
Alexis says, “Remember me, Zander? I’m tough, smart
attorney Alexis this week.”
“Really?” answers Zander. “I thought the writer’s
forgot about that Alexis.”
 
From one woman to another, “I’ve already either had
sex with or tried to murder all
the decent looking men in this town. Good luck with
the haunting concept.”
I haven’t addressed Sonny and
Carly’s little tiff as Sonny played the you lied, you’re busted card with
Carly who tried to save Courtney. Nor have I addressed
Liz-can-see-shadows drama. Why not you ask? Because neither incident,
though they played out all week, pulled me in on an emotional level.
New opening credits with cool
new pictures showed up for our viewing pleasure.
Wanna know what these are?
These are plastic bags filled with water, a penny, and a few dead bugs
dangling on hangars in my garage. Wanna know why I have plastic bags
filled with water, a penny, and a few dead bugs hanging in my garage? You
know I’m gonna tell you. In August when we planned our rewedding, we
invited family, friends, neighbors on Friday evening before the event to
eat hamburgers, hotdogs, chips, etc. and just hang out and enjoy
themselves. We had a blow out party that went pretty much without a hitch
except for the horde of flies that descended upon us as soon as the food
came out. Glen, my friend’s husband a native Texan who knows lots of cool
stuff, offered the plastic bag solution and swore that once we hung the
bags the flies would disappear. So, of course we had to try. Amid
laughter, suggestions (hence the penny), and disbelief we hung about six
bags and waited. The flies did dissipate though they didn’t all leave the
vicinity.
Due to the warm weather and
children playing, we tend to spend time in our garage so I left them up
out of curiosity. I have to admit I haven’t noticed a fly in the garage
since the party, not even the last day before the garbage goes out to the
curb. Though out of fairness and science I should mention that I haven’t
served any food outside since the bags were first hung. Anyway, I am
wondering if anyone else has heard this solution for keeping flies at
bay? Have you tried it and did it work? Glen swears that if we’d hung
the bags a few hours before food made its appearance not a fly would have
visited. Just thought I’d share this piece of folklore in case you were
having a fly problem and wanted to try a funny, but painless, solution.
I hope your personal
rollercoaster brings you joy and wisdom this week despite the bruises that
life hands out. Thanks for reading.
Before Rock and Roll, I cut my teeth on Johnny Cash,
my first musical love. I can still sing “Ring of Fire”,
“A Boy Named Sue”, “I Walk the Line”, If I Were a Carpenter”
and “Orange Blossom Special”.
I can also sing all the words to “Jesus Christ, Superstar” and “Stairway
to Heaven”.
I’m weird that way.
http://www.internetbumperstickers.com
As always, my thanks to Terry who works so hard on her
screen caps site.
http://groups.msn.com/GHWorld3/shoebox.msnw
My son and his science project
on which he received a 96.
We may not need to sign up for
remedial glue gun class after all.
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